(EPILOGUE ADDED) [Final Update: April 22, 2020] Rank: #209 in Werewolf (April 24, 2015) Rank: #269 in luna (June 25, 2020) PLEASE BE INFORMED THAT I WAS ILLITERATE AND VERY CLICHE IN WRITING THIS STORY "please don't kill me." I begged as the third in command lingered around me, his eyes turning an intense shade of yellowish green. I manage to sneak away from their land, partially my fault. I couldn't take any of this. The situation was terrifying. But a sudden tension rise as adrenaline gush throughout my body. The scent from before was back. My mate is here. But who has the guts to show up in the Royal Scars pack? Once you set foot on their land, you can never look back. The third in command was pushed back and he muttered "Alpha." Then a strong built body with intensive eyes came in view. He looked down at me and stared intensely and lustfully. His face soften then grabbed the third in command by his collar. "Mine!" © 𝓵𝓾𝓴𝓮𝓼𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓯𝓸𝓸𝓭

**SAMPLE ONLY** Previously known as His Queen. Highest ranking : #1 in Werewolf (26/12/2015) Note : Please refer inside for the full summary. ❝Every king needs his queen.❞ Every pack has its own tradition. For the Golden Moon pack, it is no different either. Every year, every unmated male werewolf would travel around the world in order to find their other half; their soulmates. All, except for Darius King. As the 'heartless' Alpha of the Golden Moon and the blood Alpha, his is the only name that sends shivers down his enemies' spines whenever they thought about him. In his opinion, the tradition is nothing but a perfect opportunity for other packs to attack his while most of the male wolves are not around, or so he reckons. Little did he know that his decision would lead him to his mate who crashed into his territory; literally. ♛ Please do not leave any hate/self-promoting comments! Thank you! (: